Life lessons

Mardi Grass and Prohibition

In the first weekend in May is Australia’s biggest Cannabis Law reform rally, Mardi Grass. There are workshops, smoke ins, entertainment and food. It’s a great weekend in Nimbin so book your accommodation now.

This year I will be appearing as one of the MC’s and filling in some of the “in between space” with interesting bits and pieces of poetry along the lines of Helping to End Marijuana Prohibition.  The following piece was written during one of the weekend Medical Cannabis workshops that are held quarterly in Nimbin.

Here’s a poem called medicine

If you were the parent of a child who was sick would you give Cannabis to your son named Rick

If you were the wife of a man with cancer would you give cannabis as a life enhancer.

If you see a doctor and you knew a cure pharmaceutical poisons or a herb that’s pure.

If alcohol does harm but healing why are they dropping cannabis dealing.

If an healing Herb heals not harms why does the government twist our arms.

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Life lessons, poetry, writing

A New World Order

Good bye ScoMo, Trump, Macron, Elizabeth, Netanyahu and the Pope elect.
This year will be the fall of you, my prediction is correct.
We the people call you out and demand that you step down
Your ponzi thieving system is going to be torn down.

An Illuminati puppet with an invisible hand up bum,
A troll to scare the people but only fooling some,
Prime Minister or President or Premier of the land
Re presenting oligarchic interests your deception is not so grand

We the people call you out, you’re Empires all will fall
For your fear wars don’t cut it so we’ll tear down your Southern Wall
Racist figures sit in Towers, Emperors without clothes
Psychopathic sociopaths everybody knows

The truth is that you are human and no different to us all
Not God’s elect, Not Elite nor Illuminated at all
Your hoarding and your greed is an obsessive schism
Turn upside down your pyramid scheme, anarcho-syndaclism.

Redistribute all the wealth of banks and corporations
Share the common lands, no land ownership in Nations.
Guarantee that everyone has a home and healthy food
Free energy for all and health care that is good.

But you corporate office puppets you’d better listen here
Corrupt political leaders , this will be your last year.
Your representative democracies aren’t re presenting me
Destroy the system and create Direct Social Democracy

animals, Humour, poetry

Mermaid Juice

Sitting at home this Sunday morning and my partner says something that sounds like “mermaid juice.” OK, I think to myself, there is something funny about that and I begin to write.

Mermaid Juice

“I think I’d like a mermaid juice.” The great white shark said

So she blended up a mermaid and the mermaid juice was red.

“I was feeling pretty funny because I ate a clown

But mermaid juice has fixed my tummy since I drank it down

Now I’ve had my mermaid juice, I want some toast and cheese

But I can’t leave the water, can you call Uber please?

I’d really like a sandwich on some bread that’s brown

I love Uber eats when they bring food down

Thanks for bringing my food but I’m not a fan of bread

She opened up her mouth, bit off the Uber drivers head

Great White Shark was happy with good food in her tummy

An uber driver and a clown and mermaid juice so yummy

There is one more thing, I want some more to eat

So she called the cops and ate some raw pig meat. 

 

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poetry, writing

The Lost Poetry from 2011

It’s Christmas eve in Nimbin and yesterday I was invited to an interview and reading of my selected poetry at 2NCR 92.9fm (link to live stream) Northern Rivers Community Radio in Lismore. Before I left, I went back to get a couple of copies of my books, “Love in Nimbin” and “Lust in Nimbin” to give to the presenters.

I grabbed my books and saw my box full of handwritten notebooks. I randomly opened the note book called “Do what you love” and there was two “lost poems” from 2017 that I had missed adding to my books when I hurriedly published them for Mardi Grass 2018. The poems I found were one about and experience I had when I first arrived in Nimbin. The other poem was one that I had written at a Medical Cannabis wotkshop during a symposium put on by the Hemp Embassy in Nimbin. This has inspired me to add these two poems to the second and revised editions of Love in Nimbin and Lust in Nimbin.

I am pretty careful with the storage of my manuscripts and this episode reminded me that I need to continue with my storage practices so that I leave behind a legacy of the original writing.

This morning, I awoke on the 24th of December, Christmas Eve and Facebook reminded me of a seven year old post which was one of my early poems that I had totally forgotten about. I will publish this poem in one of my upcoming books, however I have also decided to share it with you as a gift of love to hopefully put a smile on your face.

On the table.
He laid her on the table.
So white and clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat.
He rubbed her here and there.
He touched her neck and then her breast.
And then drooling felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set,
He gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide…he looked inside.
All was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms…
And then he stuffed the turkey.

poetry, writing

The floogal of Bligalish

Nimbin, August 2018 and the following words begin to come into my mind, “In the floogal of bligalish the greolopker krusht” I quickly grab a pen and begin to transcribe the “words” that are flowing out. I have one verse and make a meme and publish. Over the next week or two I begin to add a few more verses with the intention of making this piece my entry for the Lismore Poetry Cup.

By mid September I have finished, rehearsed and ready for the Lismore 2018 Poetry Cup. My performance is polished and outstanding. I didn’t win but that’s not what’s important. The important thing is that I have written the following poem which lends itself to all kinds of interpretation.

 

In the floogal of bligalish the Greolopker krusht.

Warkeling slifishly zer klebimed the drulch.

Graablee ended zem hophingly zock.

Hollack hast broidenid Twadchickas plock.

 

Twadchicka conspought ze plock avec Krishsus.

Zey brosht and clept whilst drustopping flistus

But Greolopker notest umd klebimed ze plock.

Avec ze broidenid, slifishly broidenid hock.

 

Krishsus busht a kakaphone of wifkak umd quuck

Whilst Greolopker doknifid umd shut ze kakaphone up.

Slifishly warkled zem triphingly hustock

As the floogal of bligalish wength reglifmok.

 

Krishsus poongth brack umd Twadchicka replockid

Greolopker reklebimed zey instapoet djokid.

Avec ze moglehid boogratcher sluup.

Zifuk fa kryan utelad pluckity zup.

 

Flistus hast koppt zey clepting and brooshting

Summonsid Hollack umd Greolopker slifishly hooshting.

Tall ended slifishly triphingly hustock.

Doknifid nemronivne lagphar till thwock

 

Plock twas ended from Graablee umd strogingly frew

Days umd dark over gone awebrishly through.

In the floogal of bligalish the Greolopker krusht.

Warkeling slifishly zer klebimed the drulch.

 

Graablee ended zem hophingly zock.

Hollack hast broidenid Twadchickas plock.

 

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Life lessons, poetry

Henny Penny

Lessons from Henny Penny

You get out what you put in.

I remember as a young man hearing the story of Henny Penny who planted wheat to grow seeds to make bread for her family. Every time she wanted help the other animals were too busy to help. However, when the bread had been baked all the animals wanted to have some but Henny Penny didn’t give them any bread because they hadn’t helped.

I wrote this poem to expand on the lessons of Henny Penny.

Henny Penny

Henny Penny planted seeds but no one would assist

They said it is a good idea so Henny did persist

The seeds they grew to wheat and trees, rye and barley too.

Henny Penny planted these and ate the berries blue

The others smelled the cooking bread and gathered round in lust

Give us some you selfish hen the farmer gives us dust

I only have enough to feed the ones that I can trust

I made enough for all that helped to harvest sow and crush

You saw me plant and carry water, working in the hot

You could have helped, we would have enough for all but now we’ve not

Myself I need the energy to plant a row of seeds

Here have some crumbs. It’s all you get. What lazy people need.

Henny built a humble home for all her family

Her door was always open to visitors for feeds

The selfish ones watched from afar with envy lust and pride

Coveting the simple things like Henny’s hot fruit pies

Henny would be nice to you when you’re not a selfish jerk

Hot fruit pies and fresh baked bread for those that do the work

A rattle snake came along and offered her some money

She laughed said to go away. I can’t eat that it’s funny

You want a piece of glory of God’s delicious bread

Now you offer gold and coins when I wanted help instead

You can use the money to buy some new fruit trees

Or you could help and climb that one and pick the seeds for free

The Earth provides us everything in abundance and in joy

The fruits of all my labour are for my children to enjoy

You can get this poem and more like it from my book “Love in Nimbin” Book 1 of Love and Lust in Nimbin available by at fantAsian Eatery, Nimbin or by mail order for $19.95 AUD plus postage. You can place an order by emailing Thundercloud at 1english1@gmail.com

 

poetry

What is the value of a tree

 

Forests make me happy and I was lucky to play in the forest as a young child and as a man. I heard a rumour about two disappearing words. “Acorn and forest”

As a young boy of 7 playing marbles under an oak tree, I found a heart  shaped acorn. I pushed that acorn into the ground. An oak tree grew. In 1984 at 14 on tree day I was given an African Tulip Tree which I planted.

Working in the forest the day before my birthday in ”99 lightning struck thanks to my son Clay. I went to help my dad Doug build a forestry nursery. I stood there day after day putting tiny eucalyptus and rainforest seeds in pots by hand. My family grew a million trees and now there are more forests.

We need forests because they are for resting under and sitting under playing marbles. We need acorns to grow forests. Plant the seed and grow a tree. Plant a million seeds and grow a forest of abundance.

I am a supplanter. supplanting ideas these days I plant heart shaped seeds of love and growing forests of compassion. The following poem was inspired by an article I read that said the value of a tree is $193,000. I believe it is much more infinite and subjective. Others agree to disagree

https://www.therecord.com/news-story/6702767-what-is-the-value-of-a-tree-/

http://www.earthsharing.org.au/2006/09/how-do-you-value-a-tree/

https://www.uow.edu.au/~sharonb/STS300/valuing/price/pricingarticles.html

The following poem comes from book one of my 2017 two book poetry anthology Love in #Nimbin, Book 1 of Love and Lust in Nimbin, by Thundercloud Repairian AKA James Arthur Warren.

What is the value of a tree?

One hundred and ninety three thousand dollars can’t you see?

Plant one seed and help it grow

A million seeds, green forests grow

I planted one, I planted four

A million seeds outside my door

A forest grew from the seeds I threw

Onto the  blue house floor

The forest is a special place with fruit for you and me

Let’s eat the fruit together and then we’ll plant the seeds

What value is a teacher from all the seeds he threw

Onto the dirt of the blue house floor that grew and grew and grew

Each of us are seeds and supplanters too

Let’s plant seeds together to keep the blue house blue.

 

goat tree